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 Israel 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.