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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.