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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.