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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.