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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.