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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.