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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Nico,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Index,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.