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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.