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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.