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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.