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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Josef K,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.