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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.