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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.