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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Television,
the Germs,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.