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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Magma,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.