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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.