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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.