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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.