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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.