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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.