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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Magma,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.