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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.