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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Fall,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.