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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.