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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.