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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.