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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.