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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.