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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.