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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.