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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.