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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.