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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.