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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.