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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.