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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.