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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.