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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.