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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.