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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Swans,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.