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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.