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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.