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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.