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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.