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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.