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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.