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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.