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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.