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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.