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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.