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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.