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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.