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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.