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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.