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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Q65,
Darondo,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.