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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Cale to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.