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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.