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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.