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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.