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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.