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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Crime,
Echospace,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.