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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.