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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.