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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Skarface,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.