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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.