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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.