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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.