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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.