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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.