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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.