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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
ABC,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.