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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.