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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
X-101,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
the Human League,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Wire,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.