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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.