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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.