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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.