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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.