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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.