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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
CMW,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.