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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.