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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.