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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.