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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.