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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Kayak,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.