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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.