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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
the Association,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.