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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.