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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.