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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.