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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Echospace to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.