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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.