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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.