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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.