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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.