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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.