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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.