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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.