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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.