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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.