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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Move,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.