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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Q65,
New Order,
Organ,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The Move,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.