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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.