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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.