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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.