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 Cameroon 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.