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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.