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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.