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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.