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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.