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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.