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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.