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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.