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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.