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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.