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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Mars,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.