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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Erasure,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.