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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.