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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.