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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.