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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
New Order,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.