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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.