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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.