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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.