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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.