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 Syria 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.