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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.