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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.