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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.