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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Names,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.