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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.