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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.