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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.