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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.