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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.