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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.