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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
X-102,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.