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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.