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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Index,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.