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 China and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.