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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.