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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.