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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.