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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.