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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.