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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.