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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.