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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.