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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
ABC,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.