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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Japan,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.