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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.