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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.