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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Wire,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.