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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Pylon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.