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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.