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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.