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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.