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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
JFA,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.