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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.