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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.