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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.