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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.