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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.