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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Franke to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.