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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Index,
Scion,
June Days,
Moebius,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.