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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.