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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.