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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.