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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.