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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Index,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.