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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.