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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Skaos,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.