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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Gong,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
The Index,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.