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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.