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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.