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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.