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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.