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 India and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.