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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.