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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.