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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.