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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.