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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.