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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.