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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.