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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.