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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
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.