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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.