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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.