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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.