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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.