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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.