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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Chrome,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Wake,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.