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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.