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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.