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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.