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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.