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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.