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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.