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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.