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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.