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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.