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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.