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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.