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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.