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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.