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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.