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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.