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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.