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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.