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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.