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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.