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 Algeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Index,
the Normal,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.