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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.