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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.