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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
The Doors,
ABBA,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Deakin,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.