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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.