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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.