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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.