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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.