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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.