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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Scion,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.