Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.