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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.