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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Martian,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.