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 Australia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.