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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.