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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.