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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.