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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.