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 China and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Niagra 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.