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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.