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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.