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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.