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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.