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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.