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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.