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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.