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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.