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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.