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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.