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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.