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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.