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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.