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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Swans,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.