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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.