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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
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.