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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.