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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.