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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.