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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.