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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.