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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.