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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.