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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.