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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.