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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.