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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.