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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.