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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Slave,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.