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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.