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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.