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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.