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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.