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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.