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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.