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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.