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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
John Cale,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.