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 Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Scion,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.