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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.