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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
MDC,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.