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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.