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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Television,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.