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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.