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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.