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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Can,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Kayak,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.