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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.