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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.