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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.