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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.