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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.