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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
The Human League,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.