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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Franke,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.