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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.