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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.