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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.