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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.