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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.