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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.