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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.