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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.