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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 CMW to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.