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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
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The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.