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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Shoche,
10cc,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.