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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.