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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.