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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.