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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.