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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.