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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Pole,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.