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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.