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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.