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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.