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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.