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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
DNA,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.