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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.