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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Alphaville,
Television,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.