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 United States and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Faust,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.