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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.