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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.