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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.