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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.