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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.