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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.