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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.