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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.