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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.