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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.