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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.