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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
MDC,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.