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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.