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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.