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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.