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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.