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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.