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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.