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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Can,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.