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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.