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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
MDC,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.