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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.