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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.