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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.