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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.