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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.