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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.