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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.