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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.