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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.