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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.