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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.