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 India and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.