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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.