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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.