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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.