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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.