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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.