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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.