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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.