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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.