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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Q65,
Index,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.