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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
the Association,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.