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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.