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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.