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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.