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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Can,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Swans,
Pole,
Excepter,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.