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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.