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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.