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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.