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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.