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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.