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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.