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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.