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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.