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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.