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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Monks,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Wings,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.