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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.