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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.