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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.