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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.