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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.