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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.