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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.