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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.