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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.