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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.