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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Index,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.