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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.