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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.