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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.