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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
AZ,
Visage,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.