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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.