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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.