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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
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.