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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.