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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
CMW,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.