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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.