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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Wings,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.