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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Section 25,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.