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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.