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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.