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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
AZ,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.