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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.