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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.