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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.