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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.