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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.