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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.