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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
ABC,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.