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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.