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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.