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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.