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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.