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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.