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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.