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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.