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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Index,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.