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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.