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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.