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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.