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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.