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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.