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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Ituana,
MC5,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.