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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.