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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.