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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.