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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.