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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.