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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.