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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.