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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.