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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.