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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Livin' Joy 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.