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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.