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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.