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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Organ,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.