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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.