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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.