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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.