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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Faust,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.