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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.