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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.