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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.