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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.