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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.