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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.