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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.