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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.