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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.