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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.