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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.