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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Index,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Swans,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.