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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.