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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.