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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.