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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Standells,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.