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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.