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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.