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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Little Man,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.