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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.