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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.