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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.