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 Greece 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.