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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Wings,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.