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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.