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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.