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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
June Days,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Sparks,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.