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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Can,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.