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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.