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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.