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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.