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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Gong,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.