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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.