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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.