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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.