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 Greece 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.