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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.