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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.