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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.