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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.