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 Denmark and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.