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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.