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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.