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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.