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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.