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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.