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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.