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 Dominica and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.