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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Pop Group to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.