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 Panama 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.