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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.