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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.