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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.