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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Monks to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.