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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.