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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.