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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Brick,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.