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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.