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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.