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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.