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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.