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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.