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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.