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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.