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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.