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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.