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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
X-101,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.