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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.