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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.