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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.