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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.