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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Index,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.