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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Magazine,
Visage,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.