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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.