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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.