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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.