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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.