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 Honduras and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.