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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.