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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Nirvana 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.