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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.