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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.