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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.