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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.